sometimes…

i simply want to do
the silliest things with you

like stacking up the books
to see how it all looks

like clicking a thousand snaps
to make our memory maps

like dusting down the drapes
to fly with them as capes

like kneading up the flour
to shape it into a tower

like picking nonsense names
to play the childhood FLAMES

like writing little rhymes
to seal our feels in time.